Author Sorting of Gay Historical Sex Stories - Page 2

To one side of the circular room was a bed of great size heaped with thick skins and furs; Sir Gawain and I smiled at one another, for we knew we had found a place to fend away the cold. There was also a great fireplace which to our fortune was supplied with firewood alongside, and I immediately busied myself in building a fire. While I was thus occipied my lord was skirting the room, examining the tapestries, armaments and other devices which were hanging on every wall. When I completed my task and came up behind him, he was examining a small tapestry on its own, which hung from a simple leather strap. Though somewhat faded, it clearly depicted two comely men embracing in a Greek manner.
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A time when sex was for sale in city parlours. This was an illegal activity so part of the profits went towards bribing the authorities. An evening newspaper published adverts in their Personal columns offering forbidden delights 'down queer street'. Horny punters soon worked out what was on offer and called the advertised telephone number. I worked in one such parlor at the age of 18.
3.6 1831 words 8 mins beginnings

A veteran of the Desert Campaign, I was delighted to once again be on Australian soil. Actually, I only had to walk a few yards from the troop ship tied to a wharf in Sydney harbor to a train which was waiting on the wharf. While I walked, I breathed in the clean, fresh air and felt the warm sunshine on my face. It was good to be home. The sleeping car attendant showed me to my compartment.
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The year was 1946. Colin was a fresh-faced 21. Sid was ten years his senior and a veteran of the Desert campaign. They worked the night shift at a small railway station in a former colony of Great Britain.
4.5 1358 words 6 mins

She flung my suitcase in the boot of the Hillman and we drove along the winding gravel road to the farm. I collected my suitcase and followed Auntie Dottie inside the farm house.
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That shed hand did me every night for a week but, when there was no more work for him, the itinerant worker moved on to another farm. He left me both sore and lonely. There had been no one else after him. Most nights I jacked-off in my bunk. The tight, taut jeans-covered rump which flashed into my mind just before I ejacqulated, belonged to Billy.
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My friend was 35. A tall, ruggedly masculine man with skin as hard as leather, from working outdoors. He had done this ride more times than he probably cared to remember. Whereas I was just 18 years old and this was my first time working the cattle run. The year was 1947. I was small for my age and skinny because of food rationing during the war. Sean had served with the army in North Africa but he did not care to talk about that. As I got up to put more wood on the fire, Sean's big hand touched my backside.
3.4 1845 words 8 mins twink  teen

At the age of 18, I was the only member of my family to have survived the bombing of Dresden. After the war I was repatriated to Australia to live with my mother's only brother. Uncle Kurt was in his late twenties. A friendly, outgoing man, he helped break down strong anti-German feelings, still present in a country which had lost so many of its sons.
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"I won't keep you. Ask Mr Grace to drop by the Supervisor's office. I'll be waiting". The big man padded off down the badly-lit corridor. The woman sighed and went to tend to her baby.
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"My name is Oliver Jefferson, the fourth. I write this diary for no one other than myself. I am 69 years old, set to turn 70 in just a few days. I often think back on a time in my life when I was the happiest, yet at the same time it was a very sad time in my life. I try not to think about a certain person I knew, but if I were to be honest with myself I think about him every day, many times a day. If I could see him today I would tell him that I don't regret knowing him. Yet, I am full of regret. Regret for not being stronger, regret for not being a real man, regret for letting him out of my life.
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